The sound of slightly off tune humming awoke the unconscious Saiyan. His whole body was wracked with a multitudes of pains. Stinging, aches, scrapes... his body was a tattered mess. He barely held the strength to open his dark eyes. When he did, however, they landed on a bright mane of aqua marine ringlets. Rosy cheeks. Pale pink lips. The young woman was gingerly dipping a rag in what appeared to be water and humming a soft tune. Familiar.

Vegeta's mind struggled to remember the girl's name was his glare burned into her. Bulma. 'What is she doing here...' Bulma caught on to the bewildered stare and her face lit up.

"You're awake! I was beginning to get worried." Vegeta wasn't sure how to react to the consideration. His face pinched into a scowl as Bulma continued. "You were in a really big accident, you have to be more careful you know. I don't think the point of training is to hurt yourself as much as possible." Bulma's airy talk failed to resonate with Vegeta, who's dark, wide eyes bored into her. Bulma shifted uncomfortably. "Come on Vegeta, say something." She struggled to hide the pleading in her voice. Vegeta's onyx eyes narrowed slightly at that last sentence before he croaked out his own words.

"Shut up."

Bulma's face fell as she wrung the rag tightly. "Charming. You know, you should be thankful someone was concerned about you. There's a very small handful of people who even know you exist right now." Vegeta scoffed, which then turned into a dry cough.

"Unless consideration is the key to becoming Super Saiyan, I really couldn't care less." He turned his head slightly away from her, eyeing a sterile wall. Bulma felt her cheeks flush and turn red. It was embarrassing to constantly reach out to Vegeta to be so crudely denied.

'The poor guy's never been shown kindness... Or consideration... Or friendship. He's never had it.' Bulma let a sigh whistle out of her nostrils. She was done trying to fool herself, something unknown to her about Vegeta was alluring. It pulled her closer to him like a magnet and it was getting harder to deny.

Bulma began to reach out to the grumpy Saiyan but rethought the motion, standing with a slight sigh. "You're welcome." she mumbled, tossing the damp rag on one of his legs. Vegeta watched on in disapproval, his lip curling absent mindedly. 'Never thanked you...' Despite the display he was putting on he indeed felt a very strange feeling circulating in his chest. It ached a little, but it was almost comforting. Despite his sour disposition Bulma generally seemed to care what happened to him. He fiddled absent mindedly with part of his bandages before drifting to sleep.

Goku shoveled the heaps of food into his mouth with glee. "I can never complain about Chi Chi's cooking!" he cried out, eyeing his large chicken leg before tearing into it once more. Krillin nodded in agreement, salivating at the glorious meal.

"Bulma and Chi Chi can sure throw down meals! Have some, Piccolo!" A refined grunt was the Namekian's only acknowledgement before returning to meditation. Krillin pouted for a moment before taking another bite of food.

It was a glorious day and Bulma had invited friends to Capsule Corp. for a sunny lunch. Chi Chi was finishing up the last of the cooking but Bulma was nowhere to be found. Yamcha prodded at his food, eyeing he scene for his blue haired girlfriend. "Eat up Yamcha, it's great. I'm sure Bulma wouldn't mind!" Yamcha's eyes narrowed slightly as he eyed her entering a section of her home.

"It's Bulma, isn't it! That's why you're waiting, right?" Puar's shrill voice inquired. Yamcha grimaced in response.

"Ever since Vegeta-" Yamcha's voice took a sharp edge. "Destroyed the Gravity Chamber she's been flitting around like a bird trying to fix it and tending his wounds." Yamcha stood to excuse himself, glaring at the infirmary. "She should be out here enjoying herself, not tending to Mr. Miserable's every need." Krillin and Goku exchanged careful glances.

"Oh, C'mon. Bulma's always gotta be a busy body, besides she's always been a mother hen to all of us. I guess Vegeta is just included." Yamcha snorted.

"Have you ever felt like you were just watching yourself lose something?"

"N-No..." Goku's confused reply came. Without another word Yamcha started off towards the building.

"I never knew he didn't like Vegeta..." Krillin whispered lowly to his best friend.

"It's kind of hard to like Vegeta most of the time."

Yamcha opened the door to Bulma readjusting the damp rag on Vegeta's forehead like earlier, humming the same tune. "Bulma!" Yamcha called, breaking her from her current trance.

"Oh, Yamcha! What are you doing here? Do you guys need something?"

"Yeah.. You, you haven't had anything to eat with us yet." Yamcha eyed the Saiyan who's mouth appeared to be twitching.

"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry, Vegeta's injuries were so bad I just want to make him atleast as comfortable as I could. You know he's gotta be in a lot of pain." At that Vegeta snorted.

"Shut up, will you? And why the hell is Scar Face in here?" Bulma faced Vegeta with surprise, her cheeks blushing slightly. 'Was this bastard listening...'

"Gee, he sounds great. Leave him alone and come have some lunch!" Bulma could read in Yamcha's body language and over all demeanor he was in no way fond of Vegeta. She eyed the proud alien who seem indifferent to the situation.

"That idiot is right for once. Yes, go. Leave me some peace without your stupid humming."

Vegeta let out a throaty growl as Bulma whipped him with the rag and stood haughtily. He stared venom at her but didn't move. "You're right Yamcha, let's eat." A triumphant grin crossed the Z Fighter's face as he left with his girlfriend in tow. Vegeta glared at the door after the exit and then turned to face the wall with a grunt.

Bulma joined the table with her helping and cheerfully picked at it, her mind whirling. She was eating a good meal with good friends but something felt off, she couldn't help but think of Vegeta. Vegeta. No matter what. She leaned her head on her hand and glared towards the infirmary and remembering how she felt when she thought he might die in the explosion. Watching his muscles tense and his face contort in pain as she tried to dress his wounds. Watching him sleep for days straight. Something inside of Bulma wanted him to be alright for whatever reason. Bulma. 'Bulma' "Bulma? Earth to Bulma?" She turned to face Krillin's confused face. Come to think of it, as she day dreamed everyone's attention became focus on her. Her cheeks flushed red as she faced the table.

"Ah, gomen Krillin-san." Bulma cheerfully. The table of men raised an eyebrow to Bulma's absent mindedness but went on with the food.

Once the lunch was finished Bulma began sending all her guests off. Her hair was beginning to lose it's perky curl, falling into a loose wave pattern that was falling to her shoulders. It had been a long few days between tending the Gravity Room, tending Vegeta, and orchestrating the lunch. Yamcha frowned into his girlfriend's face as he cupped her head with large hands. "You're tired, B. Don't forget to rest, ya know?" Bulma smiled softly at her considerate boyfriend.

"I know, I will I promise. I'll see you guys soon!" She leaned on her tip toes and planted a kiss on Yamcha's lips. It wasn't overflowing with passion or excitement, but it definitely felt safe. He gave a wounded smile and exited with the rest of the guests, his face lost in thought.

Bulma sighed once alone, racking her hands through her wavy blue mane. What was she to do with Vegeta? She truthfully hadn't stopped thinking about him the entire lunch. Something about his plight resonated and moved her. Scratching her arm awkwardly she approached the infirmary again where Vegeta lay, wincing slightly as though in pain. "Poor guy..." she barely whispered as she took seat at his bed side again. She adjusted the rag on his forehead and stared at his now peaceful face. "I'll stay here a little while... Maybe he actually likes company and doesn't know it yet." She snorted at her own notion, soon leaning her tired head on her arms and falling into a peaceful sleep.